So I have been called many things including friend, whore, genius, idiot, tease (according to Man-pretty--let's not get into the story)........however, I have never been called obsessive compulsive--until yesterday.
Socceroholic and I volunteer at the library together and apparently every time he put something down I would straighten it, or when we deflated some things I flattened out his crumpled ones. I guess I have a tendancy to make things look perfect (not my room). He found it to be funny...and now Man-pretty thinks it's funny that I deny being obsessive compulsive!
On a completely different note...
I'm starting to think that whenever my life gets too boring I purposely do stupid things to make it sadly hilarious. Seriously, some of the things that've happened to me in the past year and a half hurt, but now that I think about it, I'm not so sure they occured by accident.
Case in point: The first time I ever gathered the courage to ask a guy out
I had been working the concessions stand at a football game when Grandpa Stick (the guy I once liked), came and stood about 10 feet infront of the window for half an hour. I, not knowing what to do, went out and talked to him. We had a fun conversation that ended in me getting him to come up to the window so Pink Piggy and I could talk to him as we worked. After Pink Piggy left, Grandpa Stick and I were talking next to the bleechers. Well, I mustered the courage to say, "You should go out with me." He just stared, so I repeated myself--he laughed. I, once again not knowing what to do, took a step back to walk away. However, I ended up tripping over a picnic table and falling in the mud....then he and I were talking about this situation recently--HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ANY OF IT!
It seriously sounds like something from a movie, which is sad.
So now, I am waiting for myself to do my next stupid stunt that will add ever-so-much comedy to my blog.
Oh, gosh! How could I possibly forget! Okay, so I was reading THE BEE yesterday when I came across a "help wanted" ad. Some lady, Carol, is looking for workers for the fair! I called and I am going to be working either the gate or parking cars at this year's fair for $5.25 an hour!!! Man-pretty said that if that excites me I need to get a life.
Lately, it has been difficult for me to come up with names for people I write about. I have been questioning whether I should drop the nickname system and just use everyone's real name. I mean, it's kinda funny that a few of you guys actually have adopted the names I have given you and signed my yearbook with the false identity (Dora). Others know nothing of the names in which I use. One, (Man-pretty) know nothing of the names, but once referred to himself as "Man-pretty," which really freaked me out.
So, as I think of new names for the new people entering my life, please let me know what everyone thinks about the abolishment of the name system...
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I think the name system gives your blog a quality sense of fiction, while maintaining the hilarity and horror. It's nice, though I don't happen to know any of the people who you refer to. I guess that's what happens when you don't even live in the same state as the blog writer.
I think it is proven that just about everybody is OC to a certain extent. As long as your life isn't ruled by bizarre ritual, you'll be fine.
Oh, and the guy not remembering...well, some people shove memories out of their minds, perhaps because they aren't pleasant.
It would be cool if you would call me, for the sake of the blog...uh...I'll leave that to you.
Glad you liked the experience of the afternoon. My heart was in my throat as I knocked on all those doors, but yes, I told myself, "Fortune favors the bold"
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